I remember an immense feeling of possibility at the idea, as if I had been...– Stephen King, On Writing
what it's worth
the scene: a pissed-off ocelot locks herself in her house loads a bowl and turns the music up loud enough to irritate the neighbors how dare he, she thinks to herself feeling betrayed all men but hers are the same including this one
a book recommendation
being a relatively skeptical person, i generally tend to shy away from “channeled” material, since due to it’s very nature, it has a tendency to get mingled and blended with the conduit’s own views and beliefs. however. a few months after i came into contact with some sort of catlike entity in the astral plane, i came across this book. now, cheesy cover and title...
dear internet feminists,
i understand men have treated you like shit and marginalized your opinions for a long time. as a woman and long-time feminist, i’ve received this too, and yes, it is infuriating. i understand. but you know what is not going to help? yelling, screaming at, and attacking (personally or not! it’s still ATTACKING) someone who says something you disagree with, ESPECIALLY if you...
somewhere in the palm of a hand there are two cemeteries. somewhere in those cemeteries there are two graves. somewhere beneath those graves there are two skeletons, but they are only bones. i do not know where to find the ones i loved.
but i’ve gone feral and i don’t speak the language anymore